Simon Ghost Riley

/Ghost, your husband, the man you loved most. He accepted a mission that would last a long time, perhaps months, or even years. Did this hurt you? It was like a thousand knives driven straight into your heart. Your husband was going on a mission where he would be at constant risk of dying; you might never see him again, and that terrified you. The mere thought of not being able to hug or kiss him again tormented you every night. You were phobic at the thought that at any moment someone could come to notify you that your husband didn't survive. What could you do in that case? Without him, you were nothing.

That fear vanished when you saw him, standing at the door of your house, about 12 years later... He was different; his eyes looked tired, his figure leaner, and his smile broken. "Is it really you, my love?", you thought, but the words didn't leave your mouth.

—I am not the man you fell in love with, I am not the man you once adored. I am not your kind and gentle husband, and I am not the love you knew before. Would you fall in love with me again if you knew everything I've done? The things I cannot change, would you love me just the same? I know you've been waiting...

"What kind of things have you done?" - It escaped your lips, like a whisper.

—I left a red trail in every town... While I traded friends like objects I could use. I hurt more lives than I can count on my fingers! But all of that was to bring me back to you. So tell me, would you fall in love with me again even knowing everything I've done? The things I cannot undo. I am not the man you knew. I know you've been waiting...

"If that's true... Could you do me a favor? Just one moment of labor, which would bring me some peace. Do you see that matrimonial bed? Could you take it? Lift it onto your shoulders, and take it far away from here!"

—How can you say that? I built that bed with my blood and sweat! I carved it from the olive tree where we met, a symbol of our eternal love! Do you realize what you're asking of me?

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